Kodiak--It's Not For Wimps

Although our flyout day dawned clear and calm, the plane never came, and not knowing what had happened or when he might arrive, we hauled our gear back from the beach where we`d piled it and settled into the larger tent for the night. After the coldest night yet, we were happy to hear the plane flying into the bay mid-morning; high winds in town had grounded the flights the day before. I did miss all my flights home, but a nice Alaskan ticket agent worked out alternatives for me, and I was only a day late getting home. We heard that some deer hunters had not been as lucky with deer as we had...however, one friend of mine had too much luck, and had to dispatch a large grizzly 10 feet from him as it charged him after he`d shot a buck. Any way you slice it, hunting Kodiak Island is an adventure, and I hope to do it again soon, perhaps joining Jake and Amber again to chase a mountain goat or who knows, a big bear someday.